Hillwood is one of my very favorite places in Washington, D.C.

When we previously lived in the area I maintained an annual membership; the numerous special events and festivals, plus the ever changing groundscapes with the seasons made it always worth a visit.

A couple of weeks ago Anna Grace and I (finally) got around to checking in. The estate was bequeathed to the public by Marjorie Merriweather Post, socialite and heiress to the Post/General Foods fortune. Her third husband served as the U.S. Ambassador to the Soviet Union from 1937-1938; and during this time she amassed considerable Russian art, including Faberge eggs, much of which is on display in her gorgeous Georgian estate.

Faberge Eggs (you know of my fondness) and Russian tableware. Cardinals and Cows on the dinner plates, too. Marjorie and I would have been friends, I think.

The theater room is my second favorite. Purple. Velvet. Sofas.

The Hillwood estate is considered one of the finest house museums in America. I personally swoon every time I walk into my favorite room,  That. Kitchen.

I personally do not swoon over her Pepto Bismol-ed Privy, though.


It would be fair to write that I have the same fangirl crush on Madge as I have on our current FLOTUS.

Post was also heavily involved in philanthropic projects including the National Symphony and the Boy Scouts; and it was at her Florida mansion, Mar-A-Lago, where she launched the Red Cross Ball. Post donated Mar-A-Lago to the National Park Service with her passing in 1973, hoping the site could be used as a “Winter White House;” however, the maintenance costs were steep and the estate was returned to the family. In 1985, Donald Trump purchased the property.

On the grounds one can explore the Japanese Garden and her sweet pet cemetery, along with a stroll through the fabulous cutting garden, teeming with butterflies on our visit.

Living artfully. Something to aspire to.